Powder - definitely feels like being in an old novel, he thought to himself as he gently guides the charge down into place with the rod, though of course he held no romantic notions that doing this kind of thing would be easy. Harlock steps away, counting to himself - and giving a silent thanks to advancing technology that loading the Arcadia isn't nearly as risky as this.

"Now the ammo." He exhales. "This should get faster once we get a rhythm down."